"It's not easy, managing a boisterous bunch of lads and lasses who'd sooner drain a tankard than swing a pickaxe, but I give it my best."

Adalberta was eight when the Garlean Empire occupied Ala Mhigo, and fled to Ul'dah as a refugee. Her role model has always been her father, a Highlander of humble beginnings who became a miner to support his daughter before dying in a cave-in. Now twenty-eight, Adalberta has become guildmaster, and it is said she focuses her energies upon training new miners for but one reason: so that they might develop enough skill with the pick and hammer to never be beholden to, nor exploited by, another.
Friends with Mylla.

I'm Adalberta, the master of this guild. It's my job to look after those miners who've put their names down on our roll. This includes instructing them in the finer points of our trade. We get commissions from mining concerns and various other places, and I send the best-suited among us to go and fulfill them. If needs be, I provide such advice and support as I'm able. It's not easy, managing a boisterous bunch of lads and lasses who'd sooner drain a tanker than swing a pickaxe, but I give it my best. At the end of the day, that's all anyone can do.

What do miners do?

Plainly put, we miners locate and dig up the mineral wealth that sleeps beneath the ground. Without us toiling out in the wilds, folk wouldn't have metal for arms and armor, nor gemstones for trinkets and baubles. Make no mistake, mining is grueling work, and we're dog-tired most of our waking hours. But nothing compares to the thrill of triumph we experience when the earth yields up our prize. Aye, I'd say that we dig for that feeling as mush as we dig to earn our coin. But no matter your goals, our doors are open to all who aren't afraid to work hard and get dirty.